Fire. A flourish of a blade. Thunder. A powerful kick. Blizzard. Spells flew across the lot as Thomas trained himself, and he was sure whoever ran this lot wouldn't mind the junk being gone either. It made for useful targets. Driven by his internal desires, he worked, and he didn't stray his gaze as Serin entered to comment on his training style. Like he needed a commentary. or something.

"I'm working on speed and endurance. Unless being able to quickly cast spells is a bad thing and no one told me," he replied with the barest hint of sarcasm as he sent another fire spell whizzing, metal splintering from the impact. He sighed and relaxed, turning to face Serin. "That's what I've been told, though I may have been misinformed." He wasn't sure why, but he was feeling somewhat sarcastic today, perhaps as a result of aggravation to his dark wound. The prospect of learning some new skill or ability, even from Reno's foster father, was too good to pass up, and he nodded his agreement. "Sure."